Rogue Aventure

A fleet of military vehicles came galloping, and an old guy with gray hair, about 50 years old, and wearing a US military uniform got off the first off-road vehicle with a gloomy face, walked quickly through the blockade, and then stood in the black hole Before the big pit, he said nothing.

This old guy is called Wilson. He is the highest general of the US military in Afghanistan, the highest commander of the US Marine Corps, and the commander-in-chief of this anti-terrorism operation.He had just received a report that more than 40 people were killed in a special operations team performing the beheading mission, which almost caused his heart attack to recur.

"Can anyone tell me what happened?"

A Marine Corps captain in charge of the perimeter saluted: "General, Major Kirby led people into the house to search for it. There was an explosion about 15 minutes later. The specific reason is unknown."

Wilson's face became more and more ugly: "Have you found Zawahiri's whereabouts?"

The captain said: "It has been confirmed that Zawahiri is in the house."

No need to ask anymore, Wilson already understood that such a strong explosion must have been done by Zawahiri.Everyone died inside, but he was a little unwilling to accept the result.After all, his mission was to al-Zawahiri, dead or alive.But now I know that Zawahiri is dead, and there is no body left, but will the American people believe it?Will people all over the world believe it?Maybe only those bloody bastards in Congress would believe it, but they believed there was a point.

"Find it for me right away. Make sure to find Zawahiri's body. Even a leg, an arm, even a finger, as long as it can prove that he is dead."

The captain looked at the black hole and wanted to say something, but finally looked at Wilson's gloomy face, and dared not say anything: "Yes!" After speaking, he came to an officer of the Afghan government army and gave Wilson's order For a while, I hope to cooperate with them in recruiting Zawahiri's body.The officer gave the order without hesitation and began to clean up the explosion site.

Xu Hang, Sun Manjiang, Yang Fengyun and Del mixed in the crowd and watched the excitement for a while, then quietly left and returned to the tent.

"Hey!" Yang Fengyun said with a smile, "The Yankee has suffered a lot this time, I guess Obama's life will not be easy these days."

Xu Hang picked it up and took a sip of half of the beer, "The more difficult he is, the happier we are, now we should celebrate." Then he raised the bottle, "Come on, let's go!"

"Crack!" The wine bottles of the four people collided and made a crisp sound, and they were gloating here.The current atmosphere in the White House is suffocating. President Heizi sat in the office, looked up at the roof without saying a word, and the expression on his face showed no emotions.

Secretary of Defense Ewell sat on the sofa opposite the nigger and looked at him, "Mr. President, death is inevitable in war. The only thing we can do now is to investigate the cause of the explosion as soon as possible and determine whether Zawahiri was involved in the explosion. died in the middle of the war. Give the families and people of our soldiers who died in battle a satisfactory explanation as soon as possible.”

The nigger shook his head, leaned his upper body forward, leaned on the desk with his elbows, and rubbed his painful temples with his fingers: "Today is Saturday, and it is definitely the darkest day since the United States launched military operations in Afghanistan."

Ewell sighed. Since the US military entered Afghanistan and withdrew a few years ago, the total number of NATO soldiers killed was 374, while the US only had 279.But in this anti-terrorism operation, more than 40 people died, creating the highest number of deaths in a single military mission by the US military, which is really unacceptable.

The nigger knocked on the table weakly: "Paper can't contain fire. No matter what the investigation results are, this matter must be made public as soon as possible. It will not be reported by the media, and the public opinion will be unfavorable to our government."

Ewell nodded: "According to the information from Afghanistan, Zawahiri must have died in the explosion, but such a strong explosion, it is difficult to find evidence of his death. If we announce the news, it will be difficult for the public to believe it. "

The nigger waved his hand and leaned back: "It doesn't matter whether the people believe it or not, the important thing is that the news should be reported as soon as possible, and the media should not let the nonsense, otherwise it will be very bad for us."

Ewell nodded and looked at the time: "It's [-]:[-] in the morning, and a press conference will be held at [-]:[-]."

The nigga waved his hand: "Go ahead, focus on the brave soldiers."

"Understood!" Aiweier stood up and left.

All countries in the world received the news immediately, and all focused their attention on the United States, wanting to know the reaction of the United States as soon as possible.

At [-]:[-], Aiweier held a press conference in person. Looking at the nearly [-] uncrowned kings below, Aiweier took a deep breath and said in a very painful voice: "Gentlemen, ladies, friends from the reporters present, everyone in the morning Good. Today is Saturday, the darkest day for me, for the government, for the whole of America..."

"Wow!" As soon as Aiweier finished speaking, there was an uproar below.How come such a heavy tone is similar to September [-]?It seems that something big happened again, and everyone cheered up and looked at Ai Weier.

Ewell said in a deep voice: "At about ten o'clock last night in Kabul time, and about ten thirty in Washington, our US troops stationed in Afghanistan encountered Black Saturday. During the execution of the beheading operation against al-Qaeda leader al-Zawahiri, he was killed Wahri made a deep pit and detonated a large amount of explosives buried in his residence. All 1 US troops were killed, including a major officer, which also created the highest number of US military deaths since our army entered Afghanistan to carry out military operations.”

There was silence below, and after a while there was a sudden commotion, the person holding the camera pressed the door open, the person holding the recording pen wanted to insert it into Aiweier's mouth, and even the person carrying the camera stood on the chair.

"Mr. Minister, may I ask which unit is performing the anti-terrorism mission?"

"Mr. Minister, is Zawahiri captured or killed?"

"Mr. Minister..."

"Mr. Minister..."

“…………………………”

The venue was in chaos, and Ewell waited for a while before raising his hand and pressing down: "Silence, silence!"

It took a while to calm down, and Ewell said: "Please maintain order, it is not time for questions." After speaking, he opened a folder in front of him, "Now I want to talk about the second thing, in Kabul At ten o'clock, our air force dispatched six fighter jets to carry out air strikes on two East 1 Iraqi movement bases and training camps in Afghanistan and two training camps in Syria, all of which were destroyed by our air force. This is also the most successful anti-terrorism effort in our country action."

"Clap clap clap..."

There was thunderous applause below, and an imperceptible smile appeared on Aiweier's face.He is a soldier, but he is a politician first, he is very good at grasping people's hearts.Announce the bad news first, and then announce the good news, so that these reporters can accept it in their hearts.

"Okay!" Ewell said, "Now you can ask questions!"

A female reporter first raised her hand, and after receiving a nod from Aiweier, she stood up and said, "Mr. Minister, what unit is the soldier who died in this anti-terrorism mission?"

Ewell said: "The soldiers who died in the battle came from the sixth unit of the most elite Marine Corps in the United States. They sneaked into Pakistan and killed bin Laden, the top leader of al-Qaeda."

The reporters below were once again in an uproar. This army, which they had praised and called a hero, had all died in battle. It was unbelievable.

Another reporter raised his hand and asked, "Mr. Minister, there were so many casualties in this anti-terrorism operation. Is it because the commander misdirected it, or there was a problem with the plan? Who is responsible for this?"

Aiweier frowned, and looked at the reporter who spoke. He was about forty years old, and he looked like an old fritter.

"There is no problem with this anti-terrorism plan. The commander-in-chief in charge of this operation is General Wilson who was in charge of searching for bin Laden. Do you think there will be problems with such a responsible and capable commander? As for responsibility, Where there is war, there will be death. This is unavoidable and impossible to avoid. It is they who used their precious lives to fight against terrorists and protect our country and people. They are all heroes, heroes of our American people , this is their duty and their mission."

"Mr. Minister!" another reporter raised his hand and asked, "Has al-Zawahri been captured or killed?"

Ewell nodded: "Zawahiri, died in the explosion."

The middle-aged reporter stood up without raising his hand, and without Ewell's consent, he stood up and asked, "Mr. Minister, what evidence do you have that al-Zawahiri is dead? Just like when bin Laden was killed, you only announced A blurry photo, so far no one can tell whether the photo is real or not, and whether Bin Laden was really killed."

Aiweier's face turned black, and he quickly returned to normal: "In such a strong explosion, even armored vehicles will be blown to pieces. Now I can only say that time will tell everything."

A smug smile flashed in the middle-aged reporter's eyes, and he wanted to ask a question, but Aiweier no longer gave him a chance, and pointed to a reporter behind him and said, "The last question, you come to ask."

The middle-aged reporter had no choice but to sit down. The reporter behind him stood up and asked, "Mr. Minister, will the U.S. military continue to conduct major military operations and continue to attack terrorists?"

Ewell nodded to the reporter very satisfied: "Yes, the United States will never compromise with the terrorists, and will increase intelligence collection work to clean up the terrorists until all terrorists are wiped out. Eliminate it and give the world peace."

In Beijing, Ouchi, the chairman sat in the office and watched the US press conference with a slight smile, leaving the remote control aside, then stood up and came to the window, looking at the scenery outside, with a smile on his face.

"Boy, it's time for you to come back. You did a good job this time. Dongyi has no support from abroad, and those guys in China are nothing to worry about."

"Ah!" Yang Luo's body rose and fell with the bumpy off-road vehicle, feeling his nose itchy, and sneezed.Then he rubbed his nose and muttered, "Who is talking about me!"

"It must be sister-in-law Yinyao, you haven't seen each other for a long time." Li Tao said with a smile.

"It's been several months!" After finishing speaking, he sighed and rubbed his stiff face with both hands, "It's going to be Chinese New Year in a month or so, and I don't know if I can go back before the Chinese New Year, Si Luo is sure Grow taller again."